"What the hell happened to your hand?" Ayla asked before donning the straw between her lips. Her milkshake was half empty indicating I had wasted more time than what I intended.
Nothing goes by her eyes, does it?
I clench my fist walking toward a large circle booth at the back of the diner where Ayla, Elio, Dane who has two women from the cheerleading team around his arms, Charlotte, and Maddie were occupying.
I had wiped away the blood stains on my knuckles but the scrapes hadn't magically gone with it.
"None of your business," I say, clearly not wanting to rile her up with the information of what I had done to her friend.
Ayla scoots over allowing me space to sit but as soon as my ass hit the seat, Charlotte gets up from the other side of the booth and nudged me to move over so she
